Mets

Shown is a little slice of our beautiful City as seen from the rooftop garden of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We went last weekend to view a few sculptures, but I was more enraptured by this new view of NYC. It's been a while since I posted but that's primarily due to how busy we've been. Currently I am sitting at the desk with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and a plateful of baby shrimps in chili sauce over white rice from Wu Liang Ye, the authentic Sichuan delivery joint we found almost immediately upon moving into the neighborhood back in 2006. Craig is eating his favorite chicken dish on the couch watching the Mets against the Phillies - big game, considering the Mets have risen back to the challenge of going to the playoffs. Anyway, once I finish this post, which is really just a lazy Friday night mindless endeavor, we're chick flicking it with Definitely, Maybe. We've had it from Netflix for months now (weeks, at least) and it's just collecting dust.*I know I never returned to recap Indiana, but I did post enough pictures and in summary, it was incredible to see all of Craig's college friends and to spend so much of the weekend with them. We also saw my family on Sunday, equally enjoyable and important. We returned to the City that Sunday and had a tricky week ahead, then following that was Labor Day weekend, which found us spending most of our time watching Seasons 1 and 2 of Dexter, about which I will go on in a moment. We also helped our friend Jeff bid farewell to his longtime Happy Hour Hole called P.J. Carney's, then spent a fun-filled evening the next night with Jeff and Lauren and their friends on the rooftop of their Long Island City building barbecuing and ringing in the Labor Day of 08. Monday was our trip to the Met, and this week has somewhat crawled (sometimes I think short weeks tend to do that even moreso than full length ones). We went to Biddy's with Amanda on Wednesday after Sala Thai for dinner, which was lots of fun (our new favorite barkeep Benjamin was tending) and the only other thing really going on is the wild ride that will be this year's Presidential Election, which finds both a first African American nominee up against Bush's twin McCain and a female VP nominee. Things are getting sticky and ugly all at once. Craig and I are indeed voting this year - I hope for change for the good.*So Dexter. Dexter is amazing. We had such a fun Dexter experience, watching the episodes back to back to back to back, almost exclusively doing nothing but filling our eyes and minds with Dexter episodes. I don't want to sound trite, but it is by far the very best show that has ever aired on television, ever. Now, Season 3 begins on Showtime September 28th (can't wait) however this masterpiece has the potential to shoot straight downhill...but I highly doubt and have high hopes that the writers understand just how pivotal it is that they keep us clinging on for more. I've compared it to a crime novel, a pageturner. I've wondered why I have felt just so connected to this character with a dark secret. But it's no surprise to me that I root on this evildoer (although he only slays murderers, which helps us to love him all the more) because I have my own dark passenger, as I think probably a majority of us do, so of course we connect with him. Many of us carry something around that we'd just be better off not revealing. And I love that he began with no apparent emotions and has somehow evolved into more of a tender human in certain respects. It's amazing to see the story of this person unfold. I bought both Seasons 1 and 2, and am so very glad I did.*I'm trying not to reveal too much of it, but I do love it so much, and tend to gush when loving something. It's the first time in a notable amount of time that I've fallen into something and let it wrap around me this much. And what's great, too, is that this show is a total mainstream thing, and for so many reasons...and I like that it's as mainstream as it is. That elates me, in fact. So anyway...Dex is my new thing. Luckily, Gale is watching it so we can compare email notes, and a couple of people at the office have seen it, and Craig is way into it, too. So I can gush freely.*Today was strange. I had strange sensations all day. I can't explain precisely, but I was brimming over with words - spoken, (mentally) written...and when not speaking either via my voice or email, I felt quite still and calm, but with a wave of words working its way to shore. And I am almost to the path of clarity - I can view it up ahead, where I will hopefully fall right back into the patterns where my brain doesn't stop writing lines of poetry, where I'm constantly aching for a notebook, where I feel happy to read recipes and explore the kitchen (that has already come home for me, actually) and where Craig's smile lights the entire core of me (he has a great smile) and life can resume some sort of normalcy. I'm looking forward to this.*Upon Craig's request, I picked up stuff for KB's awesome breakfast for tomorrow - I make a mean plate of scrambled eggs, with a little milk added and some Monterey Jack cheese and salsa, accompanied by potatoes and Thomas Whole Grain English Muffins (can't wait for those!) and I'm hoping Craig will go for coffees while I cook up. And we are hovering in the apartment tomorrow because Hurricane Hanna allegedly heads this way, although by that time she will be nothing greater than a Tropical Depression yielding lots of rain and some wind. We had planned a whole Radegast Beer Hall event tomorrow in Brooklyn with Jeff, Lauren, Megan, Amanda, Sharon, Eric, Andrew, Peter and others, but I canceled it due to tomorrow's forecast. A beer hall is best enjoyed with the skylights thrown open and sun shining in.*Plus, college football is back. We've got leftover Indian from the other night and Sichuan from tonight, ample amounts of beer in the fridge, and more than enough corners of the apartment that need cleaned. And we've got Weeds episodes to watch (we want to catch up to it, as well...Showtime is just kicking it with the good TV these days) and we have each other and all in all, it's going to be a downright great weekend. That's all.